"Ramblin' Round (Take 2)" lyrics - BOB DYLAN

BOB DYLAN
"Ramblin' Round (Take 2)"

Ramblin' around your cities
Ramblin' around your towns
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin' round, boys
As I go ramblin' round

My mother prayed I'm might be
A man of some renown
But I am just a refugee
As I go ramblin' round, boys
As I go a-ramblin' round

My sweetheart and my family
I left in my hometown
I'm out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin' round, boys
As I go ramblin' around

[Harmonica solo]

The fruit trees they are loaded
The limbs are bending down
I'll picked 'em all day for a dollar, boys
As I go ramblin' around
As I go ramblin' round

Sometimes the fruit get rotten
And it falls down on the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
That falls down on the ground, boys
That falls down on the ground

Sometimes I wish I could marry
Marry and settle down
But I can't save a penny
As I go ramblin' round, boys
As I go ramblin' around

[Harmonica solo]

Ramblin' around your cities
Ramblin' around your towns
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin' round, boys
As I go ramblin' round

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